Only just a little boy I learned life can be cruelSaid I try to save the world, they told me I'was a foolAnd made me their stepping stoolNow I've grown into a manA fool yes I may beBut all the while, I've kept the dreamDeep down inside of meAnd now its breaking, breaking freeLife isn't all the things that we may wish or wantBut never cease to give it everything you gotAnd though some things are stolen, ripped right at the seamIf you have breath, then you still have a chance to dreamSome of us have had the start where everything was givenSome of us have scratched and scrapped to simply make a livin'And keep fight by everydayMoney, power, privilege, a dream is so much moreAnd if you've lost your dream it hurts, if rich or if your poorYou feel it down, right through your coreAnd life isn't all the things that we may wish or wantBut never cease to give it everything you gotAnd though some things are stolen, ripped right at the seamIf you have breath, then you still have a chance to dreamNow life isn't all the things that we may wish or wantBut never cease to give it everything you gotAnd though some things are stolen, ripped right at the seamIf you have breath, then you still have a chance to dreamIf you have breath, then you still have a chance to dreamIf you have breath, then you still have a chance to dream